Tired of being tired

The rath of the common cold and flu has recently turned into more than that for me. While fighting off a nastly cold, i somehow managed to get an ear infection and a sinus infection. To take a saying from my boyfriend, i feel like someone has beaten me up with a sack of potatos and left me to suffer. I'm in that stage where I'm questioning whether my nasal passages will ever be the same again or whether I can look at food without feeling nausia.

Anyway, preference is tomorrow and i still don't have a necklace or a hairdo in mind. Brett's mom is going nuts because he's never gone to a formal dance before. Brett is dreading the tux, but he chose my dress so I guess we're even.

ACT...why do we have to take it? The registration packet alone has put a feeling of gloom in my heart. There were 90 questions on just personal interest. WHY DO I NEED TO ANSWER 90 QUESTIONS ABOUT MY INTERESTS TO TAKE A STINKING INTELLEGENCE TEST!!?? *sigh* okay I feel better, somewhat

To conclude this entry, I hope I can return home in safety. Anyone who knows my family knows its no secret that my entire imediate family currently lives with me, including my 26 year old recently separated sister who is a mother of four boys, all under the age of 5. Her husband, well, lets just say he's a shady character of sorts. He's not supposed to be at my house, ever, but my dad doesn't want to anger my sister anymore so he doesn't want to say anything. My parents left early yesterday to go to Salt Lake and won't be returning until late tonight. Last night I came home from work to find my brother-in-law sitting downstairs with my sister. To say the least, I was freaked out. It literally looked like he was spending the night. I left, with my ACT registration packet in hand, to sit at Wendy's and hope that he left by the time i got home....

Watch for the Wendy's Worker

okay, anybody who knows me knows i work at wendy's. recently the last person i thought would get promoted, got promoted. she now thinks that she is the best person that God ever created, and believe me, she makes us feel like it. she is continually harassing me at work about stuff that is not her business in any way shape or form, and at work nonetheless! she sent me home the other day because i questioned why she was having me work a different position than i was scheduled to work and so she said i came in to work with a bad attitude and put everyone else in a bad mood so therefore everything that went wrong that day was my fault. i was so busy i didn't even have time to say anything to anyone so how could i? anyway, if you go to the wendy's in hurricane and a pot-bellied, pierced tounged, bad-dye-job-in-my-hair-that-i-havent-washed-forever-18-year-old-who-needs-to-get-the-broom-out-of-her-witch's-butt yells at you or is really really mean to you, believe me, it wouldn't hurt to ask to talk to the general manager or the store owner because she NEEDS to get in trouble before she starts thinking shes so good she can take over the world. please, im begging you.

ahhh i feel mucho bueno (much better). i just had the best piece of heaven....a caramello bar....ahhh. anyway, lately i've been having weird dreams. all of them invovle my boyfriend and i and for some reason, every dream either invovles a break up or weird situations where i can't get to him or he doesn't notice me...hmmm...i dunno, maybe i'm more crazy than i thought.
no work today so maybe i can finally relax! stress from school isn't so overbearing, yet, and my work load has been minimized due to the change in manatorial obligations. (i don't know why, but i feel like sounding somewhat smart today.)
you know those days where you wake up and you feel like you just don't want to get up so you dress as comfortably as possible, so you feel tired all day? today's one of those days. i've noticed in my studies as well that people reflect how they feel about themselves on the insides by how they dress and what make up they wear. for instance, a girl who doesn't really take care of her hair or dress entirely well may not feel that great about who she is, but on the other side a girl who puts on too much make up and tries to show off her body feels insecure about how she looks, probably depending on the amount of make up, doesn't like how she looks, and feels she has to reflect a better person, therefore giving herself a complex by confusing herself on who she is. that brings me to another point...a friend of mine was complaining about how they just couldn't figure out his best friends even though he's known him his entire life. it puzzled me into remembering what my friend Rachael once told me. "Maybe we need to find out who we are first before we can even begin to find out who others are." just some food for thought. oh and one more thing before i go, i was also pondering on the thought that i am never going to buy clothes for other people again or allow them to buy them for me because when they do they either get the size too big, making me feel like they see me as fatter than i really am, or a size too small, which makes me feel like im gaining too much weight. so if you guys ever want to find the perfect gift, think of a gift card or money, cause then the person can buy the thing they want!!!!

hello everyone

hey everyone. i thought i might just try this on for size ;). eventually i'll have time to put interesting things up here and complain about my useless life but for now, here ya go!